I'm A Terrible Cook, But

When I Am Ill Or Upset He Jumps Up On To The Bed To Curl Up Close Beside Me. But If I Am In Bed With A Hangover He Will Have Nothing To Do With Me.

What Is Truth? Truth Doesn't Really Exist. Who Is Going To Judge Whether My Experience Of An Incident Is More Valid Than Yours? No One Can Be Trusted To Be The Judge Of That.

What's Really Good About The Word 'art' Is That 'art' Is A Word Like 'love,' Or 'god,' Or Whatever. It Transcends So Many Things.

My Mum Has Never Wanted Me To Have Children. She Thinks I Would Be Destroying My Life, Even Now.

It's My Memory, And What Happened Between That Moment 10 Or 15 Years Ago And Now, There's A Lot Of Gray Area